I am a one legged cricket
By the seventh month of the year,
I start my journey
The hard earth will soften and open
And let me into my burrow
In a contest I am with no one
In my earth home
Leave me alone with concrete edifices
Sleep knows no home gold galvanized
And death's feat blind to all colours.
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